Kennedy paced back and forth through the room. The spell slowed down Dylan's fall, and he avoided injuries, unlike her. As soon as she touched the necklace two months ago, the same thing happened to her. The difference was that no one was there to make her fall less painfully. She rubbed the top of her head; still detecting a bump, her landing left to her.

She should've prevented this, but she lost her focus as Dylan's hands touched her. He will understand now, she thought, trying to find a positive aspect. Kennedy didn't have a plan for this, she realized that earlier in the evening. She just thought she would talk with them when they found the chest. It seemed safer for them that way. But perhaps Dylan remembering everything will soothe her worries.

It was three a.m. so Dylan has been unconscious for the last two hours. It took approximately three hours for Kennedy to wake up when her spell broke. She knew the time of waking up varies depending on how much the spell rewired a person's memories. Considering Helena used the same spell on all of them, Dylan should be awake in an hour. She halted, hearing a sound coming from the corridor.

The room door held open, and Dylan slept on the wooden floor. The view would look confusing to anyone. Kennedy realized Martin had traveled toward the room, presumably to use the only bathroom in the cabin. She had to think fast, he probably saw the light in her room.

Kennedy looked at Dylan. "Corium," she quickly whispered.

She hopped over Dylan and rested on the bed. Her breathing felt hectic as she closed her eyes. The spell she used hides items and the only one who can see the item in question was the spell caster. She felt sure it worked, as Dylan seemed discolored and glitchy to her.

Kennedy rested on her left side, her knees slightly bent and her palms tucked underneath her head. She took long breaths, trying to even her breathing so she would appear deep in sleep. She felt someone's presence in the room, and soon the floorboard slightly squeaked. From the proximity of the sound, she judged the person was standing near the bed.

A ticklish feeling visited her as the blanket covered her body. Soon, with a hushed click, the light from the room vanished. With a creaking sound and a silent thud, the room door was closed.

Kennedy stayed in the same position for the next thirty minutes in case Martin would come back to check on her. But as she started to feel sleepy, a loud groan reached her, she soon turned on the lamp which stood on the nightstand.

"Ostende," she said, canceling her previous spell. Kennedy kneeled near Dylan as he opened his eyes.

"What the hell happened?" Dylan asked, sitting up.

"How do you feel?" Kennedy asked, helping him to sit.

"Dizzy,"

Dylan's eyes grew wide as he sat down, resting his elbows on his knees. Kennedy guessed he remembered something. She moved to the bed, sitting down on it. Dylan stared into the distance. She knew he needed a bit of time therefore she waited. Five minutes passed, and Dylan finally looked at her.

"That bitch," he cursed, standing up from the floor. "How long?" he asked, peering at Kennedy.

"Not sure," she said, shaking her head. "I don't remember everything yet."

Dylan's eyes traveled to her neck. "How did you get it?" He pointed at the necklace.

"That's a long story," Kennedy said, inspecting the floor.

Dylan stuffed his hands into the jeans pockets. "I have time, and you have to tell me everything now." He looked at the door. "And we have to tell Martin."

"Not yet," Kennedy replied.

"Hayden," Dylan whispered, covering his mouth with his palm. "She fucking killed him." He moved toward the door. "Resurrectionis arca." He remembered and turned back to Kennedy. "We are bringing him back?" he asked, staring at Kennedy. "That is why you dragged us here." Kennedy nodded in response. "Tell me everything, now." He looked at her neck once more. "You stole the necklace."

"Borrowed it," Kennedy corrected him. "Sit down," she said, patting a space next to her. "we can't tell Martin, not yet. It's safer for him that way. Besides, he is asleep and he will know everything soon enough."

Dylan laughed, stepping closer to the bed. "The lack of logic you have, K still surprises me," he said, sitting beside Kennedy. "Your mission is to get Hayden back, using galeati resurrectionem, to get it you need to open Resurrectionis arca, to open the box you need blood from three witches, that is why you brought us here," he explained looking at her.

"Yes, that is why I said he will know soon enough," she mumbled, staring at the wall.

"What was your plan?"

"What do you mean?" Kennedy replied, glancing at him.

"You need me and Martin to open the box, but you know as soon as we touch a magical item, Helena's spell will break and we will remember everything. So what was your plan after that?" Dylan questioned.

"I didn't plan that far," she admitted, sighing deeply.

"I thought so," Dylan nodded. "So you clearly visited the bunker, since you have the necklace." He glanced at the teal pendant. "Why didn't you take the box then?"

"I wasn't in the bunker," she said, shifting in her seat.

Dylan seemed right, Kennedy had no proper plan apart from getting them to the cabin and dragging them to the cave. Everything else felt like a mystery to her as well.

Dylan stared at her intently, making her entire body stiffen. She had to tell him about the necklace; she had to admit her shameless act. Kennedy realized there was no way around it.

"So how did you get the necklace?" he once again asked. Kennedy stayed silent, trying to gulp down the lump which rose in her throat. "It's a magical relic," Dylan added. "So either you were in the bunker, or you got it from Helena." His eyes grew wider. "You stole the necklace from Helena."

"Yes," she said, still gulping. "Do we have to do this now? I'm so tired."

"We're doing this now," Dylan firmly said, once again losing his patience.

Kennedy deeply inhaled and climbed toward the bed headrest. She adjusted the pillow and repelled her back to it. Dylan shifted and sat at the end of the bed, crossing his legs underneath himself.

"Two months ago I came back for a visit, it was my mom's birthday, so I visited my parents each year," Kennedy started. "I had early dinner with my parents and later decided to visit Martin in his bar." She gripped the pendant. "He wasn't there, I stayed for a drink and planned to go home soon after it." She gulped. "But then a girl joined me."

"Let me guess," Dylan said. "Helena."

Kennedy nodded. "I didn't know who she was, well I knew she was in politics since her posters are all over the town, and my mom kept talking about the new Mayor cleaning up the town, but I didn't know who she really was."

"And?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"We talked and had a few drinks, it honestly was very nice," Kennedy paused. "One thing led to another." She gulped.

"You slept with her," Dylan concluded, closing his eyes. "Spare me the details, please."

"Right," Kennedy agreed. "I couldn't sleep, so I went to check out her mansion. And I found the necklace in her office. I felt a strange urge to touch it, and I did. And just like you, I passed out for hours."

"Two months," he said opening his eyes and nodding.

"As soon as I remembered who Helena was, I took my stuff and ran," Kennedy added. "I left town the next day, and tried to piece everything, even with the necklace and reminiscor, I don't think I remember everything, or I am just confused by what is true and what she made us think was the truth. Despite the gaps, I knew I had to do something about Hayden."

"How powerful is she?" Dylan asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I'm not sure," Kennedy admitted. "With Hayden's powers, she is more powerful than three of us, since she can use all four elements," she explained. "That is why I tried to protect both of you."

"I might be strong enough." He rubbed his chin.

"Sure, you were the strongest of us, not counting Hayden, but it's been years since you used any spell. Do you even remember any spell?"

"I might need a minute to grasp everything." He nodded.

"We don't have time for that, Helena can find us any minute now."

"Okay," he said, nodding. "So we get Hayden back and then what?"

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Helena will know that we resurrected him as soon as he is alive," Dylan explained. "Not to mention he will be nineteen. You get that right?"

"I do," Kennedy said. "It's not about me and him, Dylan. It's about what is the right thing. Killing your own brother is not right." She shook her head.

"So that is what changed for you?" Dylan asked, moving closer to her.

"I feel guilty," she admitted as Dylan sat beside her.

"When your boyfriend dies or in this case gets killed, you automatically become single," Dylan said, hugging Kennedy by her shoulders.

Kennedy bent her head on Dylan's shoulder. "I know," she mumbled. "Things got fucked up beyond repair," she added, savoring the smell of his perfume.

"We will fix it," Dylan said, caressing her hair. "And deal with Helena." He stared at the door. "That bitch will pay for everything."